Sakura watched us without saying a word while the others walked ahead. The night air was cold enough that I could see faint mist when people breathed. I took Ino’s hand and slipped it into the pocket of my jacket, keeping our fingers laced together out of sight. She was still under the effect of the Mind Bender skill. The heat in her body made her too distracted to pull away. If anything, her fingers curled tighter around mine, like she was holding onto the contact without fully realizing it.
We reached the hotel. Shikamaru and Choji went to the counter to confirm the reservation. A staff member led us inside to a private-looking rectangle table near the back. I let go of Ino’s hand only when we sat down. Instead of taking the seat next to Sasuke or Sakura, I deliberately chose the chair beside Ino. She still barely spoke, eyes lowered, cheeks faintly pink.
Sakura noticed the seating immediately. She exchanged places with Choji so that the row became Sakura, Ino, and me. The other side of the table held Shikamaru, Choji, and Sasuke.
I leaned back and asked, "Where’s Hinata and the others?"
Sasuke looked at me with the same flat expression he always wore. "Didn’t you know? They’re on a mission. Same with Neji and the rest."
"Oh."
His eyes stayed on me a second longer. "Something is really wrong with you today."
I just smiled and didn’t answer.
Under the table, out of sight, I moved my hand onto Ino’s thigh. She didn’t push it away. She kept staring at the empty space in front of her, breathing a little faster than normal. The skill was still working. Whatever heat it had put into her body made the simple contact feel stronger than it should have.
Shikamaru glanced over. "What happened, Ino? You’re quiet today."
Her voice came out low and strained. "I’m just not feeling good today... ahh..."
The soft sound slipped out before she could stop it. I slid my hand higher, fingers pressing against the fabric of her skirt until I found the heat between her legs. I rubbed slowly over her panties. She tensed, thighs pressing together for a second before she forced them still.
The others kept talking among themselves, mostly ignoring us. Sakura’s spoon slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up.
That was when she saw it.
My hand was clearly under Ino’s skirt, fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Before Sakura could fully process the image, I hooked one finger under the edge of Ino’s panties and pushed inside her. She was already wet from the skill. The sudden intrusion made her jolt.
Ino’s head snapped toward me, eyes wide.
"Naruto... stop... not here," she whispered, voice tight. "Ahh... take it out..."
I kept the finger moving, slow and deep enough that only she could feel it. "You’re already this wet," I murmured under my breath, low enough that only she could hear. "Just stay quiet."
"Nngh... ahh... Naruto, please... not at the table... ahhh..."
Her hand clenched the edge of the tablecloth. She tried to keep her face neutral, but every time my finger curled inside her a small sound escaped. Soft, broken, half-swallowed moans that she tried to cover by clearing her throat or looking down.
Shikamaru frowned slightly, glancing between the two of us. "You guys really don’t look well today."
Sakura stayed half-bent for a second too long, eyes locked on the movement under the table. When she finally sat back up her expression was pure shock mixed with something sharper. She didn’t speak. She just stared at Ino’s face, then at me, then back again.
I added a second finger and kept the pace steady. Ino’s breathing turned shallow. Her free hand gripped my wrist under the table, not hard enough to stop me, just holding on.
"Naruto... ahh... stop... someone’s going to notice... nnngh... please..."
"Then don’t make noise," I answered quietly, still smiling at the rest of the table like nothing was happening.
"I can’t... ahhh... it feels... too much... Naruto... ahh..."
The food arrived. Servers placed plates in front of everyone. I slowly withdrew my fingers, wiped them discreetly on a napkin under the table, then brought them up and casually put one in my mouth as if I were just tasting something. Ino watched the motion. Her entire face turned deep red, the color of a tomato. She looked like she might actually combust.
She stood up abruptly. "Wait—I have to use the washroom."
She left the table almost at a run. I waited three seconds, then stood as well.
"I also have to use the washroom."
Choji waved a hand without looking up from his plate. "Okay, but come back fast or I’ll eat everything."
I followed the direction Ino had gone, Sakura saw them go in shock and horror of what she has seen just now.
Give me power!!!